because the rubber, too, is bulletproof. And so relentless is the wind that it rakes the street, pushing along this burden of crippled vermin, trundling this tide of suffering always in the wake of the Town Car as it reaches Spaulding Square. Fissures of lightning

falls, the jumble of trees stretched the two hours into three.

If you know how much you&#39;ve got, you probably haven&#39;t got much.

While we are living in the present, we must celebrate life every day, knowing that we are becoming history with every work, every action, every deed.

Written By Mattie Stepanek

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